It’s the apathy. To go from love to hate is to still hold strong and wild emotions for that person, to still be invested in them, to still center a portion of your life around this person. There can also be something very intimate about certain enemy dynamics, there are reasons why so many people see characters with swords at each other’s throats and yell “just kiss already” at their screens. Lovers to strangers is just so somber, there’s no passion or intensity, no emotion or connection, just nothing at all; it kills the relationship while having nothing to fill the void left between them, if the relationship held any positivity or even the illusion of healthiness it’s very hard not to grieve it as a reader.
@@aceofspades8474I’ve never seen the tag friends to strangers, and I personally feel like it would be, based on my characters friendship, more devastating than lovers to strangers. Like you said, it’s the amount of apathy. And it was fully laid out to the other practically overnight. All of those years of friendship destroyed.
As I sat in this sterile room, littered with doctors, I don't know what scared me more; the fact that the man that reached out to me seemed to know me, or the fact that I didn't know him. And when he cried, I cried too... and I didn't know why.
When I look at this random girl, I feel an insurmountable amount of sadness and resentment. It feels like I should do something, but I feel the feelings of millions inside of me. So I just froze.
“I glanced across the room and noticed someone. We made eye contact, and for a moment, it felt like something was tugging me, some strange feeling between euphoria and agony. I blinked, and I never saw them again.”
We laughed, we screamed, we fought, we screwed and we loved. We could never be friends and we could never work together. This, never seeing eachother again, is for the best. It is. So why does it hurt so much?
Ahem… “And so, we end right back at our beginning. The fresh new eyes of a once-corpse meeting that of the relief of the first ever person they’ve seen, whom brought them back yet again. Neither knowing of the cycle of change they have stuck each other in. From life to death, and from death to life again, always clawing against what they continuously fall against. As they are bound to breathe in, they breathe out again. From lovers, to strangers. From strangers, to lovers once more.”
tbh i think this trope would hit best if they feel at peace, not happy but not exactly apathetic or sad, they will miss this person but they're glad they got to know them for a part of their life.
“The last time I saw them it was almost a relief, the lack of anything I felt; like the coil of my gut finally led to nothing, instead of pain. Hell, if the best parts of us were only ever going to be a memory from now on, it would be easier alone. Memories I could put down, and maybe even some day leave behind. Yes, the future looked brighter without that weight rooting me to the spot. Bittersweet relief, light steps, carrying me into the crowd of strangers, to mean just as much as they do.”
Simple and painful is the best last line for those type of stories: "Thank you, even as I forgot you." "I'm glad to see you have your happiest life." "We will never each other, but I never forget the experience, and I only hope its the same for you."
Wow. As someone who just has been out of a long-term relationship recently and having that relationship end horribly, this really hit close to home. The angst is good and all of the different mixed emotions are there. It’s just my state of mind isn’t the greatest right now. It still hurts, but I know I’ll be alright after some time. ❤
I watch them pass by. Their face connects to my brain though onky hazy memories, but with a vastly deep feelings. A feeling I long to have again. Then, my pensive sadness breaks, and I realize they're happy, and that is all I could wish for my favorite stranger.
I saw them on the street, months later. They smiled, and I smiled, and we went on our way. I could have called out, in that moment. They would have responded, too. They always did, before. I could have said hello, and they would have taken me by the hand and kissed me like they did in the dark that night. But neither of us were the same person we were that night. And I had already spent far too much time chasing ghosts.
"His world tilts on its axis as his eyes land on her form, every detail left exactly how it was from the final image of her carved just beneath his eyelids, from the upward quirk of her lips to the mischievous glint in her eyes to the way a lock of hair falling her face has her brow scrunch up as she brushes the offending strands back in place. It was such a familiar scene in front of him, one that had his feet shuffling as if to sweep behind her, place a hand on her hip and a kiss on her cheek and pull her to his chest and smile as she melts into him with a sigh. It was HER, and she was right there. ...well, perhaps there was one feature that was just a little different from the *her* of his memory, one tiny, niggling detail, just a small thing, as her eyes catch his stare and regard him with little more than a vague curiosity, a silent "can I help you" resting in them, offering not even a glimmer of recognition in that precious gaze. Who knew such a small discrepancy would be enough to rip his heart from his chest once again?" (Funny you should mention a prompt like this, I've kinda been on a "immortal loses their lover and stumbled upon their reincarnation much later flavor of angst" kick recently which is kind of the same vibe but with an extra little dash of gut-wrenching to go with it. Delicious.)
Looking on at the faded photos in my album, riddled with thumbprints and the echoes of tears, I think it finally dawned on me. The warmth and burning passion that once resided within me, after all these years and adventures, finally vanished…a memory that will be one with the blowing wind.
He never expected to see her again, but there she was, just as beautiful as she had been all those years ago. A decision to run away together agreed upon by both, but one backed out. The one being him. Seeing her in such an exotic place as this, a place that was home to her. The place that could have been his home, too. Seeing her walking the streets, hand in hand with another. He watched, longing in that moment to be the one at the end of the other hand, as he had once been. A decision he still thinks about sometimes. The loving smile she gave him, the very same one he had been on the receiving end of once. Perhaps, it was better this way. She was practically glowing as she stared at the man she walked with. Her eyes darted past his, for only a moment, and it almost seemed as if she glanced at him in that millisecond. The moment passed as quickly as it occured. He watched them turn the corner, out of sight, out of mind. He probably should feel sad, but the emotion was nowhere to be found. Instead, he felt glad. They had spent many great months together, but that film ended the moment he chose to stay in America. He was happy that she found someone else, in her beautiful, exotic home. He stuck a hand in the pocket of his blazer, feeling for the pocket watch that held a picture of his new love. Perhaps fate has a plan for everyone. It led her to a new romance film, as it di for him. If he could go back and redo it... Well, he wouldn't change a thing.
Do you remember all the time we had together? What we meant to each other? All the things we did, the moments we shared? I guess I should be glad, because I don't remember either. All I know now is your cold stare.
I forget a lot of things in my daily life. When to brush my teeth, what I was going to do after lunch, family birthdays, where I was walking, a lot of things. But him, I can never forget him, he was the first person I thought completed me… but how can you attempt to fill a hole with something that isn’t there, wasn’t there and will never be there for you? As far as I’m concerned, he forgot I existed 3 weeks after we got together… and it has been 3 months since we split up and I still haven’t forgotten a thing about him. Ironic, isn’t it?
for me it would be: lover A: “oh shit (Lover B), the dementia’s kicking in” lover B: “same I forgot to take my pills again (Lover A) ;-;” **the two then forget about each other. the end!**
I was moving away, to start a new life. Last night, I knew there was something missing. This morning when she passed me in the park, I was finally whole. She hadn’t noticed me, still holding that same book in her hands as all those years ago. Perhaps that was for the best. I had seen her smile, really smile as she once did. Amused by the characters in her book. Her eyes were not the eyes I had once longed to look at me. No, they were a strangers eyes.
You were my sun, once. I only woke up every day to see you, to orbit you, to be what you liked and to reflect on you every tenderness you shone on me. It was like I was created to love you with the deepest parts of me that you swore on your mother you would treasure. But even the sun won't stay forever. Even the stars will fall. You left, and then I left that all behind. I can't even recognize that person, the one who loved you blindly and put you above everything. Five years later, I realize I've abandoned your memory like you abandoned me. I can't recall your smell, the exact color of your eyes. Even your lying voice in my head has been gone a long time. I've been forgetting you, and I never even noticed. Glancing at you on my way through the door, I realize that I don't regret it. Now, it doesn't crush my heart when your eyes skip past me like I'm nothing at all. Now, the world doesn't brighten as I brush past you. Now, as I walk away, I hardly think of you at all.
I'd known someone once, someone with her face. Or, at least, the younger version of her face. This woman before me had so many foreign details to get lost in, I'd almost missed the glaring similarities. She spoke my name, a question masked behind well-worn syllables and mild surprise. So she was lost in the same valley as I, it seemed; tripping over the grey hairs and new lines and age-stains. There really weren't so many, come to think of it, it was just that we each had known those people so, _so_ deeply that any variation was bound to seem wrong. This person the woman knew had my name, apparently. I smiled, for the almost-there voice did bring back fond memories. "It's been a long time," I said to the memories, and the stranger smiled back.
Uplifting-ish lovers to strangers ending: "I hope you understand now, as I've become someone you wouldn't remember and as you've apparently gained enough self respect to leave. Understand something I was always trying to show you, something you never were quite able to believe for the years we spent together: You can be strong on your own, and your love for yourself is more important than the love of someone you can't truly know. So live your new life as your renewed self, forget about me, even, but remember this always. You are enough."
I am a walking lovers to strangers trope. While I do remember them, I can't remember the feel of them in my arms, their lips on mine, or really even what they sound like. When we see each other we don't talk, because it's only once a year at a mutual event, but it's not out of an ex-relationship hatred, it's that we don't don't know how we ended up together. I want to say I miss them, but how can I miss something I don't even know?
She laughed, and I couldn't place it. I tried comparing it to the cruel laugh accompanied by crueler words of a girl, then to the scared, silent laugh deep at night only I had a right to hear. Even to the manic laugh I remember from the night we ran away toward a sunrise we never got to see together. But this was not like any of them. This was the laugh of a free woman, a happy one, and I joined in it, sounding nothing like the kid she used to know. It was a nice final memory to join in with the faded ones long past.
"Well, bye........you might wanna get yourself tested." What? It didn't say it had to be ROMANTIC lovers. The couple in my head were just bang buddies.
"so we walk past each other in the hallway, just strangers, strangers who knew everything about each other. I wonder, does he miss me like I miss him."
Mine: “Were…we’re gone? All we had? All the memories we shared? What about the time we sang together at the bar? You were so drunk, hehe… and the time we were sitting by the fire, you played your guitar! We sang _well meet again_ ! We’ll meet again…I hope so…
"And just like that, we were no longer a couple holding hands, but rather two strangers in the same room. Did we ever truly have a chance? Why is your face so blurry now? I can't remember... I don't think I was meant to remember. I hope that you will forget me too; it will be easier that way."
"And as the world moved on, i realized that i was nobody. The people didn't need a noble hero anymore - and i had no nemesis to fight, no lover to hold on to. The person that changed my life and the world in so many ways was now human, just as i was. Just normal people with normal lives, and if we ever crossed paths again, we probably wouldn't even recognise each other. I came to the conclusion that this was for the better. After such a long time of being someone, we both needed to learn how to live for ourselves. After it all ended, i had asked myself many times: Why didn't it work out? Did we do something wrong? Were we not meant to be together? But now, i finally understood: Eternal love only existed in stories. And ours was already over."
In that moment, the world seemed to stop. We locked eyes and it was just us, like before. But it wasn’t the same. It can’t be the same. We can’t go back, no matter how much either of us wishes to. And I think it’s for the best if we don’t.
I always had a fear of losing my love with someone I had been in an relationship with, and you knew that. And you made that fear feel like it was far away and like it could never happen; like the world beneath my feet didnt feel like it could crumble beneath me. I guess it's ironic that your flame burnt out first instead of mine.
I think back to your laugh. The way you would hug me at my side, shouldering off my tension. The way you doodled over the margins of my notes. Qualities. All I can remember are qualities. Your voice. Your hair. Your smile. I know what you did and how you danced in every conversation, but I did not know you. I cannot remember when I ever cried in your arms or you in mine. I cannot remember when we ever had a real, grizzled argument that wasn’t based off of shallow pettiness. I can’t even remember your favourite colour. Did I ever know you? (Gosh this was sort of hard to write :’>)
I look at you as you once looked at me and sigh, thinking of the cacophony that was us. Our beings screeching in harmony and whispering in disagreement. Yet, all I hear now when I see you in front of me.... Is silence
I wander the street, noticing someone peering out the cafe window towards the snow-crested sidewalk. I glance at them, and they glance back. For a split second, I'm compelled to get their attention: wave, shout, scream, barge in and tell them how much they used to mean to me... Not like it really matters. None of it matters anymore. I look away and carry on.
The holographic environment coagulated into existence like ink bleeding in reverse. A softly rolling hillside stretched out all around me, lush green grass reaching up past my ankles while the rings sliced through the azure skies overhead. It didn't take me long to find him. He was sitting quietly at the foot of a lone tree a short way ahead in a state of repose. It appeared he was relaxing in this mirage that Chimera had created to spare him the pain of his injuries. He looked younger here. Presumably that was Chimera's doing as well. The entire program had been devised as a bespoke pocket paradise to cater precisely to his whims. I began to have second thoughts, to think that this was a private place and that I shouldn't be disturbing him in it. He didn't need me here. He had never needed me the way I needed him. "Come over," he said, as if only just noticing me. I hesitated. "It's nicer in the shade." As I tried to gather my courage a selfish wish struck me. It would have been so much simpler if only one of us had escaped. We wouldn't have been forced to reckon with what we used to be and what we'd turned each other into. But then I thought of his family, his real family. They were innocent bystanders in all this. They didn't deserve to lose him a second time, certainly not on my account. So the unlucky sod who got left behind would have to have been me. That wouldn't have been a satisfactory outcome either. I wasn't sure how to live anymore, but even so I didn't want to die. "The others showed me the battlefield," I said, keeping my distance. "I finally realise what you meant now. You knew what would happen all along." "Actually most of the specifics took me by surprise. The one thing I predicted correctly was that it would all go straight to hell. But you had no way of knowing that," he replied. "You'd been told this was a worthy cause by people you trusted. You were just following orders." "Just following orders," I spat. "A coward's excuse." "I forced your hand," he said. "Both of us were doing what we thought was right. It's not your fault that put us on opposite sides." I finally mustered the nerve to approach and sat down beside him. "At first I thought you'd betrayed everything we stood for," I said, "but really I was kidding myself. The version of you that betrayed me never existed outside of my own head. You were never anything other than straightforward with me." That last remark made him smile, a real smile that reached those eyes that in the past had always looked either vacant or slightly sad. I realised that the hunger, want and fire I had seen in them had only ever been my own reflected back at me. "At least you figured it out eventually," he said. "The rings are beautiful today, don't you think?" "You know none of this is real, right? It's just an illusion." "But the illusion is constructed from a memory, and the memory is real. If a memory of happier times makes you happy now, isn't that real enough?"
I loved you with everything I had. You could only give me half your heart, and I told myself that was enough. But you wanted more than I could give. So you showed me the other half your heart, and I realized you never loved me at all. And I never knew you at all.
I would do: I thought he would satisfy my low expectations, but it... Wasn't meant to be. All I yearn for now is... The next chapter. One that allows me to understand your choice. The choice that ruined us both. Good luck, stranger.
I think I would write something like this: "The door had fallen shut, and neither of them had tried to hold it open, to hold onto their love. When the silhouette of his lover had passed the porch, and decended back into the darkness they had pulled him out of, the emptiness in his heart became ever more apparent. And again he longed for the days that passed, for his lover to have stayed by his side. Had there only never been a frist meeting, had they never crossed paths, then maybe the ending could have been different. Maybe all of this could have been avoided, had they just never spoken with one another. It was clear to them both, how the other had left an imprint on their lover - an imprint only they could fill and only they could ever understand."
Lovers to Strangers: Did I know them? I wonder that, looking at the girl before me. Like a faded dream, a vague feeling like I once experienced meeting her eyes before. I blink, and the moment is gone; her eyes drifting away from me. Did we meet in passing - at the supermarket, at a wedding, did we pass each other in the halls of school? It must not have been important if I forgot it, I figured. She must not have been. Enemies to Lovers to Strangers: "After all this time... I just feel nothing when I look at you. All my hate, all my love... gone, in the face of apathy. Every fire burns out and dies eventually. And I... I think I never knew you, not really, because... I don't think anyone does. You don't... you don't let us. You don't want us. You're-empty. You're just so empty. You made me empty, too. Eat so much of us, we become empty. We become like you. And then... you drop us, because how could you ever love you? I don't-I don't love you, either. I don't hate you. I don't want you. I don't want you. If you're starving... go ahead and starve." Alternative version: You were a nightmare I'll soon forget. But I will never forget the feelings you left here, even when I forget your smile. To hold onto you is to try to hold smoke. I let go.
This is more than just a line, but I got a little carried away, so here goes: As Jackie-my girlfriend! It still felt so new and wonderful to call her that-and I walked through the carnival holding hands, eating our cotton candy, and looking around at all the rides, I spotted April in line for the Ferris wheel, holding hands with another girl. Our eyes met for the briefest second, then the line started to move forward and she was gone. “Stella, look!” Jackie pointed at a giant red dragon plushie hanging above a ring toss booth. “I bet I could win you that dragon!” “I bet the game’s rigged, but I have a few tickets left if you want to give it a try,” I replied with a grin. “Oh, ye of little faith,” she said with a laugh. “Come on; I’ll show you how it’s done!” I followed her toward the booth, all thoughts of the girl I hadn’t known since freshman year forgotten.
me when i just broke up with someone when we're still in love with each other but our relationship was so unhealthy it could never work out so now and today is the first day in months where i have not talked to him and it feels fucking weird😃
1. As she walked down the hall, a fleeting sensation came over her, like an old friend walking past. She stopped and turned her head, spying a head of hair and set of shoulders that seemed both old and new, stood still at the notice board. He turned his head, his eyes widened as he met her gaze, and he seemed to struggle for words. She nodded at him, a thin, polite smile she always gave to strangers, and turned, walking down the hall, brushing away the feeling of familiarity. He stumbled where he stood, clutching his chest and gazing doggedly at her retreating form. She had been right - one day, she would look at him and not recognise him at all. Feel nothing at all. And he would finally understand what he was missing. /\ 2. She looked at him, and felt nothing at all. And that was enough. /.\ 3. She had always been able to see right through him, to know him to the very core. Even wheb she loathed him, she knew him. When she looked at him now, a passing glance before she turned back to her friends, he could tell - she no longer cared enough to know him at all.
I walked past someone today, we both gave each other a tight-lipped insincere smile and nod. The kind that's given when you recognise someone, but can't remember where from. It took me 72 hours to realise it was you.
For enemies to lovers to strangers: “I have given you every emotion. All that is left is to be so perfectly neutral that you shall soon fade away in my mind. There are no rooms in my heart left for you, for you have filled them all, and vacated them just as quickly.”
This is beautiful but the words “perfectly neutral” reminded me of the “incredibly neutral” joke from dogs in love 2 (a UA-cam gameplay series thing) and now I can only imagine this with Crap Gorps and Makuhita, especially since they seemingly had an enemies to lovers to strangers dynamic. I can read this is Crap Gorps’ ridiculous voice and it’s so silly. If you aren’t familiar with the videos I’m referencing this comment is gunna look absolutely absurd and incomprehensible.
"Bye, hope you have a good day." He said, standing up and pushing his chair back in place. He said it the way that someone you met at a bar or a cafè would end small-talk. And as she watched him leave, she wasnt even suprised that she didn't miss him as soon as he walked out of the door. And just a second later, she moved on with everything, free enough to forget even his name.
When I saw her again it wasn't even a bad thing. There was no hurt; there was no emotion, really, other than mild surprise. She passed on in her own little world, and I continued away in mine. The world moved on as it always did, as it always was supposed to, and we parted as we had originally met. As strangers on a busy street.
I knew it wasn’t meant to be. Soulmates aren’t real, at least not for me. But seeing you so happy with him, makes me think that perhaps I was fated to bring you to him. You don’t remember me anymore, but I remember you. I hope so sincerely that you’re happy.
Mine would be this: That face, do I know that face. The crack on their lips, every pore in their skin, and their glistening hazel eyes- yes, I do. We would hold hands and stare into each other's face, we kissed until we couldn't breathe. That's why I know that face. Alas, it's gone. Alas, they barely reconcile mine. Alas, it's been too long for me to call out their name.
"I consider going up to her, saying hi and all. But then I thought more about it. 'She probably doesn't even recognize me anymore' 'Why would she want to see me again after all this time?' And I realize, I can't keep focusing on what could have been. All I can do is focus on the now, without her"
I feel like no one actually made an ending line "By the time I had knit together the familiar features of her face she had nearly passed by me. It went from too early to too late without the right moment in-between and I remained silent. What would I even have said? What we once shared doesn't exist anymore, I'm not the man she once loved, and I doubt she's much like the woman that once loved me, either. She's a few steps ahead of me now that the light has turned red. I could still get to her if I ran, but I stay put. The light goes green. She's gone now if she wasn't already."
Mine would be “even though he/she/they didn’t remember any of it, I couldn’t help but feel happy that it happened.” What? I just figured the only reason lovers could become strangers is if one of them had dementia/Alzheimer’s.
(I hope this still fits) Funnily enough, I did write about this some time ago. These two characters named Fredrick and Arden. They had fallen in love as teens. They ended up having to fight in the same war on opposite sides. Fredrick had gotten the upper hand while fighting her and she ordered him to kill her. But he spared her anyway. Their love grew stronger afterwards. However, Arden became the leader of her tribe and Fredrick became king of his land. The two tried to keep up their relationship, Fredrick kept trying to move things to marriage, knowing that they were ready. But Arden always made excuses. He tried to make a treaty between their people but she refused. This resulted in a fight that broke off their relationship and drove a wedge between. Many years later when Fredrick goes off to help tend to his sick brother in another kingdom, the two meet again. And well…just read for yourself. It’s in the first reply. (This was written a long time ago so bear with me.)
“You led me on!” Fredrick shouted, “I love you Arden, daughter of Kern! I’ve always loved you. I always thought you returned my feelings.” He grasped at the front of his cloak with anger, “You lied to me.” He turned sharply on his heel, he stood for a while, not knowing if he should stay or leave. Tears of anger and sadness stung his eyes, but he’d never let her know that. “I never lied when I said I loved you.” Arden began, her voice was gentle and almost earnest. “Our love was doomed from the start, you know that.” Fredrick felt himself grow angry again and clenched his fist. He had never known that, Arden often believed that the death of her parents was a result of their love since she hadn’t been there to protect them. She wouldn’t listen to reason when Fredrick tried to comfort her and assure her it had not been her fault. After all, her father had prophesied his own death. “I wanted to be with you, but I have a responsibility to my people,” she tentatively approached him and slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, which was still faced away from her, “just like you.” Fredrick jerked his shoulder away from her touch. He couldn’t allow himself to succumb to her affections as he had in the past, “Then why wouldn’t you agree to my treaty? We could have joined our people, they could finally live in peace!” He turned to face her. Only to find her to now be the one on the verge of tears, her hazel eyes showed more emotion than he had seen in years. “You know just as well as I, that will never happen.” She hung her head, using her wrist to dry her unshed tears, “There are those that still see us as monsters.” They never said anything more after this. They couldn’t find the words. They stared at each other for a while. Unsure. When they were younger it was so easy. All they had to do was simply be in each other’s presence to feel the love that had once been there. Over the years, the once roaring flame had been extinguished to a mere flicker. But they weren’t teenagers anymore. They were now both war-torn adults with their own responsibilities and lives. They were more apart than ever. “So that’s how it will be?” Fredrick sighed, defeated, “We’ll never be?” “I don’t know.” Arden replied, again refusing to look him in the eye. Fredrick nodded solemnly and started walking away to his brother’s home. “Perhaps…” Arden suddenly said, “there could be a chance?” Her tone was hopeful, but due to their duties, it was never set in stone. Fredrick turned back to her one last time, he made sure they were making eye contact. “I can’t rely on a ‘perhaps’ Arden. I already have once.” He narrowed his eyes at her, “And look where that led me.”
"And so I bid farewell to every regular in the bar, before I would pack my things the next morning. Her gaze was upon me the entire time, waiting for what I would say. I reached out my right hand, she took it in hers... we formally shook hands, and I said goodbye without another word, leaving that damned place soon after."
I'm actually writing a story with the vague idea of "Enemies to strangers to lovers" in mind. They're going to see each other for the first time after decades, and while the one still remembers everything, and has been stuck in an alternate realm, just watching his rival move on and live a normal life-- the other doesn't remember a thing. And it's going to hurt. The one's going to be so desperate to get back to where they were, to apologize for everything he did-- And the other is just going to stare at him. *And ask if he's his twin brother.*
The way I look at it, 2 people never truly stop meeting each other. Eventually, they do end up in each others vicinity again whether they know it or not. For me at least, that would be reassuring and comforting enough.
Context: Velma is a ghost and Author is the only one who can somehow see her despite not being close to death. "... How am I supposed to pretend I can't see you? That I'm the only person who can?" Author felt... Angry, hurt, pissed, even.. Betrayed at Velma's proposition for them to no longer hangout, why? What was this all about "The same way I need to pretend to not want to be around you, Jackass, same way it was before you found me. I don't want you to die too, to end up like me while you still.. Have your time." Author looked at Velma, he felt... Every emotion, he knew all the mysteries were coming to a close, the secrets just inches away from being unlocked, if.. They could just answer them all. That *they* were coming to a close. "... I'm gonna have to pretend I don't love you too, then, right?" Velma layed on the snowy ground next to him, Author couldn't tell which was colder, the snow, her hand that was warping around his in such a way that he couldn't tell if it was love, a reminder, or just instict at this point but.. It didn't warm him up like it used to, he didn't even know if he blushed or if he was too emotionally drained too as they sat in the snow. "Supernatural shit, it's kinda...-" "Fucked?" He coldly interrupted her as they sat together, this wasn't.. Friendship anymore, nor romance, it wasn't hatred, they were far too close for that, no, it was.. A feeling to remember yet they both knew they had to forget. "Fucked." She nodded, as she looked to him, she wanted to kiss his warm lips one more time, she was always so cold and yearning for heat, the heat he provided but.. Maybe she looked for too long, maybe all she could do is look and not a make. ".. Too dangerous, blah blah, go to your next occult lecture and listen to that." Author nodded. "It'd be easier to - instead of listening to you blabber on about it.." Velma knew she'd miss him, one person, one fucking person who could see her, that treated her like anybody else, who fucking *loved* her, and yet - how good is that if she can't keep him safe and secure? How good is that if he looks fucking insane everytime they talk in public? That she could only give him cold while she hogged his warmth? What good would she do him being dead? Being known as the town lunatic? Author got up as Velma thought, snow dripping from his dirty blonde hair, he broke the silence. "... I don't think I'm going to the diner anymore, I'm tired of looking like a lunatic while talking to you." He spoke, it was.. Icy, yet, he kept up the humor they normally kept, the humor that most people would mistake for two pretentious assholes who hated each other when in reality, it was the opposite... Well, the opposite minus the pretentious part, when they met, they knew they'd never meet another, they meet their one, the person they didn't have to exaggerate a tone with, someone they didn't have to pretend with, somebody who understood, even if one of them died two or so years earlier. "Do me a favor, actually focus your energy on normal stuff.. And somewhat on studying but... Not too much you end up like.." Velma got up, slightly gesturing to herself, a rather... Grimm joke considering how she died, a caffeine overdose while studying, but Author grinned regardless and opened up arms weakly for... One, one last bit of affection, Velma smirked, her broke circular glasses shining due to the reflection of the snow, wrapping her arms around him, he was.. The perfect temperature, all Velma could do was hug him and softly kiss his cheek, Author shivering due to how lovingly cold she was, a feeling he'd miss, before he let go with a sad smile. "... I hope I never see you again." "I hope the same." Velma coldly chuckled before disappearing into the air, Author walking away.
The unsproken rules of our society once again aply to us as he walks out of the door, he is choking on a good bye we both know is better left unsaid. A couple years ago, I would have asked him to come back inside so we could talk about it, or at least sit in silence so neither of us had to suffer alone. But I have to let him go, there is nothing for him to come back to, no reason for me to reach out to someone who I don’t recognize anymore. The thrill of first love had faded a while ago for me, and while I was not his first, at some point I had hoped to be his last. Now I know I won't be, so at least I can hope he will find an amazing guy that makes him forget all about me. About us.
With the lights on in a room, you can see every detail, but at night when you turn off the lights it is just dark shapes and the memory of the rooms layout. They are a room and the light is off.
"You are my favourite stranger." you don't understand how much i love that fucking line oooh my god i love it so much. whoever wrote that, you are a GENIUS.
The stranger smiled at me, and I smiled back. There was something about him that feels familiar, but I couldn’t name it. It felt like a fleeting memory, something from a dream. We might have met once, maybe he was important, but at that moment my mind was blank. And he was just another stranger
I could see her, laughing and holding hands with another girl. She looked happier, far happier than when she had been with me. The feeling in my chest was more sweet than bitter. They looked great together. I finish my drink and slip out the door
Mine would be the truly poetic line, “He said, with true emotion, “HOLY SHIT MARGARET? IT’S YOU???””
"DO YOU WANT SOME CHEESE??"
Is this a North and South AU 🤔?
Regular show?
"I'm not Margaret, buddy. You are Margaret."
Truly a cliffhanger moment
Lovers to Strangers sounds much more tragic than Lovers to Enemies somehow.
It’s the apathy. To go from love to hate is to still hold strong and wild emotions for that person, to still be invested in them, to still center a portion of your life around this person. There can also be something very intimate about certain enemy dynamics, there are reasons why so many people see characters with swords at each other’s throats and yell “just kiss already” at their screens. Lovers to strangers is just so somber, there’s no passion or intensity, no emotion or connection, just nothing at all; it kills the relationship while having nothing to fill the void left between them, if the relationship held any positivity or even the illusion of healthiness it’s very hard not to grieve it as a reader.
@@aceofspades8474I’ve never seen the tag friends to strangers, and I personally feel like it would be, based on my characters friendship, more devastating than lovers to strangers. Like you said, it’s the amount of apathy. And it was fully laid out to the other practically overnight. All of those years of friendship destroyed.
Because it's realistic. Your partner is probably never going to become your Joker or whatnot. But falling out of love is possible.
As I sat in this sterile room, littered with doctors, I don't know what scared me more; the fact that the man that reached out to me seemed to know me, or the fact that I didn't know him.
And when he cried, I cried too... and I didn't know why.
lovers to strangers is THE SADDEST trope for me ☹️
Yeah:
Mine would be:
"She looked at the the same way she did when we first met. Empty...Forgetting I existed."
“I forgor 💔😭”
When I look at this random girl, I feel an insurmountable amount of sadness and resentment. It feels like I should do something, but I feel the feelings of millions inside of me. So I just froze.
Oml that "feelings of millions" part, banger line right here!
“I glanced across the room and noticed someone. We made eye contact, and for a moment, it felt like something was tugging me, some strange feeling between euphoria and agony. I blinked, and I never saw them again.”
These lines, despite being so simple and less poetic compared to the others, affected me more than any other words in this comment section
@dyingrat9 Sometimes it's the simplest things, not necessarily the most complex ones, that hit us the absolute hardest. :3.
I’ve never heard of this genre but it seems so sad
We laughed, we screamed, we fought, we screwed and we loved. We could never be friends and we could never work together. This, never seeing eachother again, is for the best. It is. So why does it hurt so much?
Ahem…
“And so, we end right back at our beginning. The fresh new eyes of a once-corpse meeting that of the relief of the first ever person they’ve seen, whom brought them back yet again. Neither knowing of the cycle of change they have stuck each other in. From life to death, and from death to life again, always clawing against what they continuously fall against. As they are bound to breathe in, they breathe out again. From lovers, to strangers. From strangers, to lovers once more.”
tbh i think this trope would hit best if they feel at peace, not happy but not exactly apathetic or sad, they will miss this person but they're glad they got to know them for a part of their life.
trope*, a troupe is a group
*their
@@simplylily7819no it’s they’re
@@finn2828 i think the one they're referencing is the "there life" part at the end so their would be correct
@@simplylily7819 oh my gosh sorry i was a little sleep deprived when i wrote this lol
“The last time I saw them it was almost a relief, the lack of anything I felt; like the coil of my gut finally led to nothing, instead of pain. Hell, if the best parts of us were only ever going to be a memory from now on, it would be easier alone. Memories I could put down, and maybe even some day leave behind. Yes, the future looked brighter without that weight rooting me to the spot.
Bittersweet relief, light steps, carrying me into the crowd of strangers, to mean just as much as they do.”
Simple and painful is the best last line for those type of stories:
"Thank you, even as I forgot you."
"I'm glad to see you have your happiest life."
"We will never each other, but I never forget the experience, and I only hope its the same for you."
Wow. As someone who just has been out of a long-term relationship recently and having that relationship end horribly, this really hit close to home. The angst is good and all of the different mixed emotions are there. It’s just my state of mind isn’t the greatest right now. It still hurts, but I know I’ll be alright after some time. ❤
🎶 _Now you're just somebody that I used to know._ 🎶
I watch them pass by. Their face connects to my brain though onky hazy memories, but with a vastly deep feelings. A feeling I long to have again. Then, my pensive sadness breaks, and I realize they're happy, and that is all I could wish for my favorite stranger.
I saw them on the street, months later. They smiled, and I smiled, and we went on our way.
I could have called out, in that moment. They would have responded, too. They always did, before. I could have said hello, and they would have taken me by the hand and kissed me like they did in the dark that night.
But neither of us were the same person we were that night. And I had already spent far too much time chasing ghosts.
this made me want to write an enemies to lovers to strangers slowburn angst with no comfort, but I can't even write a oneshot well
"Now you're just somebody that I used to know"
“But you didn’t have to cut me off”
@@Wiptur-Willias"Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing."
@@hannahmetzger4880 “and i don’t even need your love”
@@Wiptur-Willias "But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough."
@@hannahmetzger4880 “you didn’t have to stoop so low”
No mention of the classic "frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn."
Thoughts of us didn't come to me anymore, I continued my day as normal...
ough now i really want to write something lovers to strangers. delicious delicious angst, excellent trope.
"His world tilts on its axis as his eyes land on her form, every detail left exactly how it was from the final image of her carved just beneath his eyelids, from the upward quirk of her lips to the mischievous glint in her eyes to the way a lock of hair falling her face has her brow scrunch up as she brushes the offending strands back in place.
It was such a familiar scene in front of him, one that had his feet shuffling as if to sweep behind her, place a hand on her hip and a kiss on her cheek and pull her to his chest and smile as she melts into him with a sigh. It was HER, and she was right there.
...well, perhaps there was one feature that was just a little different from the *her* of his memory, one tiny, niggling detail, just a small thing, as her eyes catch his stare and regard him with little more than a vague curiosity, a silent "can I help you" resting in them, offering not even a glimmer of recognition in that precious gaze.
Who knew such a small discrepancy would be enough to rip his heart from his chest once again?"
(Funny you should mention a prompt like this, I've kinda been on a "immortal loses their lover and stumbled upon their reincarnation much later flavor of angst" kick recently which is kind of the same vibe but with an extra little dash of gut-wrenching to go with it. Delicious.)
Looking on at the faded photos in my album, riddled with thumbprints and the echoes of tears, I think it finally dawned on me. The warmth and burning passion that once resided within me, after all these years and adventures, finally vanished…a memory that will be one with the blowing wind.
He never expected to see her again, but there she was, just as beautiful as she had been all those years ago. A decision to run away together agreed upon by both, but one backed out. The one being him. Seeing her in such an exotic place as this, a place that was home to her. The place that could have been his home, too. Seeing her walking the streets, hand in hand with another. He watched, longing in that moment to be the one at the end of the other hand, as he had once been. A decision he still thinks about sometimes. The loving smile she gave him, the very same one he had been on the receiving end of once. Perhaps, it was better this way. She was practically glowing as she stared at the man she walked with. Her eyes darted past his, for only a moment, and it almost seemed as if she glanced at him in that millisecond. The moment passed as quickly as it occured. He watched them turn the corner, out of sight, out of mind. He probably should feel sad, but the emotion was nowhere to be found. Instead, he felt glad. They had spent many great months together, but that film ended the moment he chose to stay in America. He was happy that she found someone else, in her beautiful, exotic home. He stuck a hand in the pocket of his blazer, feeling for the pocket watch that held a picture of his new love. Perhaps fate has a plan for everyone. It led her to a new romance film, as it di for him. If he could go back and redo it... Well, he wouldn't change a thing.
Do you remember all the time we had together? What we meant to each other? All the things we did, the moments we shared? I guess I should be glad, because I don't remember either. All I know now is your cold stare.
Only thing that comes to me is: "This was a total waste of our precious time!"
LOL
I forget a lot of things in my daily life. When to brush my teeth, what I was going to do after lunch, family birthdays, where I was walking, a lot of things. But him, I can never forget him, he was the first person I thought completed me… but how can you attempt to fill a hole with something that isn’t there, wasn’t there and will never be there for you? As far as I’m concerned, he forgot I existed 3 weeks after we got together… and it has been 3 months since we split up and I still haven’t forgotten a thing about him.
Ironic, isn’t it?
for me it would be:
lover A: “oh shit (Lover B), the dementia’s kicking in”
lover B: “same I forgot to take my pills again (Lover A) ;-;”
**the two then forget about each other. the end!**
I was moving away, to start a new life. Last night, I knew there was something missing. This morning when she passed me in the park, I was finally whole. She hadn’t noticed me, still holding that same book in her hands as all those years ago. Perhaps that was for the best. I had seen her smile, really smile as she once did. Amused by the characters in her book. Her eyes were not the eyes I had once longed to look at me. No, they were a strangers eyes.
Well mine would be [INSERT ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND SCRIPT HERE], truly poetic
You were my sun, once. I only woke up every day to
see you, to orbit you, to be what you liked and to reflect on you every tenderness you shone on me. It was like I was created to love you with the deepest parts of me that you swore on your mother you would treasure.
But even the sun won't stay forever. Even the stars will fall. You left, and then I left that all behind. I can't even recognize that person, the one who loved you blindly and put you above everything.
Five years later, I realize I've abandoned your memory like you abandoned me. I can't recall your smell, the exact color of your eyes. Even your lying voice in my head has been gone a long time.
I've been forgetting you, and I never even noticed.
Glancing at you on my way through the door, I realize that I don't regret it.
Now, it doesn't crush my heart when your eyes skip past me like I'm nothing at all.
Now, the world doesn't brighten as I brush past you.
Now, as I walk away, I hardly think of you at all.
I'd known someone once, someone with her face. Or, at least, the younger version of her face. This woman before me had so many foreign details to get lost in, I'd almost missed the glaring similarities. She spoke my name, a question masked behind well-worn syllables and mild surprise. So she was lost in the same valley as I, it seemed; tripping over the grey hairs and new lines and age-stains. There really weren't so many, come to think of it, it was just that we each had known those people so, _so_ deeply that any variation was bound to seem wrong. This person the woman knew had my name, apparently. I smiled, for the almost-there voice did bring back fond memories.
"It's been a long time," I said to the memories, and the stranger smiled back.
This hit me like a ton of frikking huge and very sharp rocks.
Uplifting-ish lovers to strangers ending:
"I hope you understand now, as I've become someone you wouldn't remember and as you've apparently gained enough self respect to leave. Understand something I was always trying to show you, something you never were quite able to believe for the years we spent together: You can be strong on your own, and your love for yourself is more important than the love of someone you can't truly know. So live your new life as your renewed self, forget about me, even, but remember this always. You are enough."
I am a walking lovers to strangers trope. While I do remember them, I can't remember the feel of them in my arms, their lips on mine, or really even what they sound like. When we see each other we don't talk, because it's only once a year at a mutual event, but it's not out of an ex-relationship hatred, it's that we don't don't know how we ended up together.
I want to say I miss them, but how can I miss something I don't even know?
She laughed, and I couldn't place it. I tried comparing it to the cruel laugh accompanied by crueler words of a girl, then to the scared, silent laugh deep at night only I had a right to hear. Even to the manic laugh I remember from the night we ran away toward a sunrise we never got to see together. But this was not like any of them. This was the laugh of a free woman, a happy one, and I joined in it, sounding nothing like the kid she used to know. It was a nice final memory to join in with the faded ones long past.
Mine:
And as I passed this familiar stranger, all I could think was “whatever.”
"Well, bye........you might wanna get yourself tested."
What? It didn't say it had to be ROMANTIC lovers. The couple in my head were just bang buddies.
"so we walk past each other in the hallway, just strangers, strangers who knew everything about each other. I wonder, does he miss me like I miss him."
Mine:
“Were…we’re gone? All we had? All the memories we shared? What about the time we sang together at the bar? You were so drunk, hehe… and the time we were sitting by the fire, you played your guitar! We sang _well meet again_ ! We’ll meet again…I hope so…
"And just like that, we were no longer a couple holding hands, but rather two strangers in the same room. Did we ever truly have a chance? Why is your face so blurry now? I can't remember... I don't think I was meant to remember. I hope that you will forget me too; it will be easier that way."
"And as the world moved on, i realized that i was nobody. The people didn't need a noble hero anymore - and i had no nemesis to fight, no lover to hold on to. The person that changed my life and the world in so many ways was now human, just as i was. Just normal people with normal lives, and if we ever crossed paths again, we probably wouldn't even recognise each other. I came to the conclusion that this was for the better. After such a long time of being someone, we both needed to learn how to live for ourselves.
After it all ended, i had asked myself many times: Why didn't it work out? Did we do something wrong? Were we not meant to be together? But now, i finally understood: Eternal love only existed in stories. And ours was already over."
All was left was silence and cold.
“It was an odd day, the day I felt a piece of me break off. Although, pieces drift, and that’s alright…”
I expected these to be mostly corny and cheap, but many of them are actually really heartwrenching. Thanks for reading them, you're so good at this ^^
In that moment, the world seemed to stop. We locked eyes and it was just us, like before. But it wasn’t the same. It can’t be the same. We can’t go back, no matter how much either of us wishes to. And I think it’s for the best if we don’t.
It would be nothing. Just no words left to say. Yikes, I just started tearing up writing that
I always had a fear of losing my love with someone I had been in an relationship with, and you knew that. And you made that fear feel like it was far away and like it could never happen; like the world beneath my feet didnt feel like it could crumble beneath me.
I guess it's ironic that your flame burnt out first instead of mine.
I think back to your laugh. The way you would hug me at my side, shouldering off my tension. The way you doodled over the margins of my notes. Qualities. All I can remember are qualities. Your voice. Your hair. Your smile. I know what you did and how you danced in every conversation, but I did not know you. I cannot remember when I ever cried in your arms or you in mine. I cannot remember when we ever had a real, grizzled argument that wasn’t based off of shallow pettiness. I can’t even remember your favourite colour. Did I ever know you? (Gosh this was sort of hard to write :’>)
I look at you as you once looked at me and sigh, thinking of the cacophony that was us. Our beings screeching in harmony and whispering in disagreement. Yet, all I hear now when I see you in front of me....
Is silence
I wander the street, noticing someone peering out the cafe window towards the snow-crested sidewalk.
I glance at them, and they glance back.
For a split second, I'm compelled to get their attention: wave, shout, scream, barge in and tell them how much they used to mean to me...
Not like it really matters. None of it matters anymore.
I look away and carry on.
The holographic environment coagulated into existence like ink bleeding in reverse. A softly rolling hillside stretched out all around me, lush green grass reaching up past my ankles while the rings sliced through the azure skies overhead. It didn't take me long to find him. He was sitting quietly at the foot of a lone tree a short way ahead in a state of repose. It appeared he was relaxing in this mirage that Chimera had created to spare him the pain of his injuries. He looked younger here. Presumably that was Chimera's doing as well. The entire program had been devised as a bespoke pocket paradise to cater precisely to his whims. I began to have second thoughts, to think that this was a private place and that I shouldn't be disturbing him in it. He didn't need me here. He had never needed me the way I needed him.
"Come over," he said, as if only just noticing me. I hesitated. "It's nicer in the shade."
As I tried to gather my courage a selfish wish struck me. It would have been so much simpler if only one of us had escaped. We wouldn't have been forced to reckon with what we used to be and what we'd turned each other into. But then I thought of his family, his real family. They were innocent bystanders in all this. They didn't deserve to lose him a second time, certainly not on my account. So the unlucky sod who got left behind would have to have been me. That wouldn't have been a satisfactory outcome either. I wasn't sure how to live anymore, but even so I didn't want to die.
"The others showed me the battlefield," I said, keeping my distance. "I finally realise what you meant now. You knew what would happen all along."
"Actually most of the specifics took me by surprise. The one thing I predicted correctly was that it would all go straight to hell. But you had no way of knowing that," he replied. "You'd been told this was a worthy cause by people you trusted. You were just following orders."
"Just following orders," I spat. "A coward's excuse."
"I forced your hand," he said. "Both of us were doing what we thought was right. It's not your fault that put us on opposite sides."
I finally mustered the nerve to approach and sat down beside him.
"At first I thought you'd betrayed everything we stood for," I said, "but really I was kidding myself. The version of you that betrayed me never existed outside of my own head. You were never anything other than straightforward with me."
That last remark made him smile, a real smile that reached those eyes that in the past had always looked either vacant or slightly sad. I realised that the hunger, want and fire I had seen in them had only ever been my own reflected back at me.
"At least you figured it out eventually," he said. "The rings are beautiful today, don't you think?"
"You know none of this is real, right? It's just an illusion."
"But the illusion is constructed from a memory, and the memory is real. If a memory of happier times makes you happy now, isn't that real enough?"
Enemies to lovers to strangers:
"First, I hated you. Then, I loved you. Now, I don't even know you."
Smth like that idk
I loved you with everything I had. You could only give me half your heart, and I told myself that was enough. But you wanted more than I could give. So you showed me the other half your heart, and I realized you never loved me at all. And I never knew you at all.
I would do:
I thought he would satisfy my low expectations, but it... Wasn't meant to be. All I yearn for now is... The next chapter. One that allows me to understand your choice. The choice that ruined us both. Good luck, stranger.
Ah yes, the "now you're just somebody that i used to know" trope
Tonka your voice is amazing, you should narrate audio books! I’d love to listen to them!
I think I would write something like this:
"The door had fallen shut, and neither of them had tried to hold it open, to hold onto their love.
When the silhouette of his lover had passed the porch, and decended back into the darkness they had pulled him out of, the emptiness in his heart became ever more apparent.
And again he longed for the days that passed, for his lover to have stayed by his side.
Had there only never been a frist meeting, had they never crossed paths, then maybe the ending could have been different.
Maybe all of this could have been avoided, had they just never spoken with one another.
It was clear to them both, how the other had left an imprint on their lover - an imprint only they could fill and only they could ever understand."
Lovers to Strangers: Did I know them? I wonder that, looking at the girl before me. Like a faded dream, a vague feeling like I once experienced meeting her eyes before. I blink, and the moment is gone; her eyes drifting away from me. Did we meet in passing - at the supermarket, at a wedding, did we pass each other in the halls of school? It must not have been important if I forgot it, I figured. She must not have been.
Enemies to Lovers to Strangers: "After all this time... I just feel nothing when I look at you. All my hate, all my love... gone, in the face of apathy. Every fire burns out and dies eventually. And I... I think I never knew you, not really, because... I don't think anyone does. You don't... you don't let us. You don't want us. You're-empty. You're just so empty. You made me empty, too. Eat so much of us, we become empty. We become like you. And then... you drop us, because how could you ever love you? I don't-I don't love you, either. I don't hate you. I don't want you. I don't want you. If you're starving... go ahead and starve."
Alternative version: You were a nightmare I'll soon forget. But I will never forget the feelings you left here, even when I forget your smile. To hold onto you is to try to hold smoke.
I let go.
This is more than just a line, but I got a little carried away, so here goes:
As Jackie-my girlfriend! It still felt so new and wonderful to call her that-and I walked through the carnival holding hands, eating our cotton candy, and looking around at all the rides, I spotted April in line for the Ferris wheel, holding hands with another girl. Our eyes met for the briefest second, then the line started to move forward and she was gone.
“Stella, look!” Jackie pointed at a giant red dragon plushie hanging above a ring toss booth. “I bet I could win you that dragon!”
“I bet the game’s rigged, but I have a few tickets left if you want to give it a try,” I replied with a grin.
“Oh, ye of little faith,” she said with a laugh. “Come on; I’ll show you how it’s done!”
I followed her toward the booth, all thoughts of the girl I hadn’t known since freshman year forgotten.
Wait... isn't this just the ending of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"?
me when i just broke up with someone when we're still in love with each other but our relationship was so unhealthy it could never work out so now and today is the first day in months where i have not talked to him and it feels fucking weird😃
This is a trip that I need to read.
The whole Your Name movie... 😭
Not exactly sure it counts but I don't think anything will top "you were a wonderful experience" from Fiona and Cake
1.
As she walked down the hall, a fleeting sensation came over her, like an old friend walking past. She stopped and turned her head, spying a head of hair and set of shoulders that seemed both old and new, stood still at the notice board. He turned his head, his eyes widened as he met her gaze, and he seemed to struggle for words. She nodded at him, a thin, polite smile she always gave to strangers, and turned, walking down the hall, brushing away the feeling of familiarity.
He stumbled where he stood, clutching his chest and gazing doggedly at her retreating form.
She had been right - one day, she would look at him and not recognise him at all. Feel nothing at all.
And he would finally understand what he was missing.
/\
2.
She looked at him, and felt nothing at all. And that was enough.
/.\
3.
She had always been able to see right through him, to know him to the very core. Even wheb she loathed him, she knew him. When she looked at him now, a passing glance before she turned back to her friends, he could tell - she no longer cared enough to know him at all.
Regan Ridley and Ron
Noooooooooooo this how Champion by Marie Lu ended
Ello mates
ello to you too
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I walked past someone today, we both gave each other a tight-lipped insincere smile and nod. The kind that's given when you recognise someone, but can't remember where from.
It took me 72 hours to realise it was you.
Your channel is a burst of positivity in a sea of negativity. Much-needed and appreciated!
lets be real im using these tropes to write batman nu52 fanfiction. 😭
For enemies to lovers to strangers:
“I have given you every emotion. All that is left is to be so perfectly neutral that you shall soon fade away in my mind. There are no rooms in my heart left for you, for you have filled them all, and vacated them just as quickly.”
This is beautiful but the words “perfectly neutral” reminded me of the “incredibly neutral” joke from dogs in love 2 (a UA-cam gameplay series thing) and now I can only imagine this with Crap Gorps and Makuhita, especially since they seemingly had an enemies to lovers to strangers dynamic. I can read this is Crap Gorps’ ridiculous voice and it’s so silly. If you aren’t familiar with the videos I’m referencing this comment is gunna look absolutely absurd and incomprehensible.
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"Bye, hope you have a good day." He said, standing up and pushing his chair back in place.
He said it the way that someone you met at a bar or a cafè would end small-talk.
And as she watched him leave, she wasnt even suprised that she didn't miss him as soon as he walked out of the door.
And just a second later, she moved on with everything, free enough to forget even his name.
When I saw her again it wasn't even a bad thing. There was no hurt; there was no emotion, really, other than mild surprise. She passed on in her own little world, and I continued away in mine. The world moved on as it always did, as it always was supposed to, and we parted as we had originally met. As strangers on a busy street.
I knew it wasn’t meant to be. Soulmates aren’t real, at least not for me. But seeing you so happy with him, makes me think that perhaps I was fated to bring you to him. You don’t remember me anymore, but I remember you. I hope so sincerely that you’re happy.
Mine would be this: That face, do I know that face. The crack on their lips, every pore in their skin, and their glistening hazel eyes- yes, I do. We would hold hands and stare into each other's face, we kissed until we couldn't breathe. That's why I know that face. Alas, it's gone. Alas, they barely reconcile mine. Alas, it's been too long for me to call out their name.
"I consider going up to her, saying hi and all. But then I thought more about it. 'She probably doesn't even recognize me anymore' 'Why would she want to see me again after all this time?' And I realize, I can't keep focusing on what could have been. All I can do is focus on the now, without her"
This gave me an Idea lovers to strangers to lovers.
I feel like no one actually made an ending line
"By the time I had knit together the familiar features of her face she had nearly passed by me. It went from too early to too late without the right moment in-between and I remained silent. What would I even have said? What we once shared doesn't exist anymore, I'm not the man she once loved, and I doubt she's much like the woman that once loved me, either. She's a few steps ahead of me now that the light has turned red. I could still get to her if I ran, but I stay put. The light goes green. She's gone now if she wasn't already."
Mine would be “even though he/she/they didn’t remember any of it, I couldn’t help but feel happy that it happened.”
What? I just figured the only reason lovers could become strangers is if one of them had dementia/Alzheimer’s.
(I hope this still fits)
Funnily enough, I did write about this some time ago. These two characters named Fredrick and Arden. They had fallen in love as teens.
They ended up having to fight in the same war on opposite sides. Fredrick had gotten the upper hand while fighting her and she ordered him to kill her. But he spared her anyway. Their love grew stronger afterwards.
However, Arden became the leader of her tribe and Fredrick became king of his land. The two tried to keep up their relationship, Fredrick kept trying to move things to marriage, knowing that they were ready. But Arden always made excuses. He tried to make a treaty between their people but she refused. This resulted in a fight that broke off their relationship and drove a wedge between.
Many years later when Fredrick goes off to help tend to his sick brother in another kingdom, the two meet again. And well…just read for yourself.
It’s in the first reply.
(This was written a long time ago so bear with me.)
“You led me on!” Fredrick shouted, “I love you Arden, daughter of Kern! I’ve always loved you. I always thought you returned my feelings.” He grasped at the front of his cloak with anger, “You lied to me.” He turned sharply on his heel, he stood for a while, not knowing if he should stay or leave. Tears of anger and sadness stung his eyes, but he’d never let her know that.
“I never lied when I said I loved you.” Arden began, her voice was gentle and almost earnest. “Our love was doomed from the start, you know that.”
Fredrick felt himself grow angry again and clenched his fist. He had never known that, Arden often believed that the death of her parents was a result of their love since she hadn’t been there to protect them. She wouldn’t listen to reason when Fredrick tried to comfort her and assure her it had not been her fault. After all, her father had prophesied his own death.
“I wanted to be with you, but I have a responsibility to my people,” she tentatively approached him and slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, which was still faced away from her, “just like you.”
Fredrick jerked his shoulder away from her touch. He couldn’t allow himself to succumb to her affections as he had in the past, “Then why wouldn’t you agree to my treaty? We could have joined our people, they could finally live in peace!” He turned to face her. Only to find her to now be the one on the verge of tears, her hazel eyes showed more emotion than he had seen in years. “You know just as well as I, that will never happen.” She hung her head, using her wrist to dry her unshed tears, “There are those that still see us as monsters.”
They never said anything more after this. They couldn’t find the words. They stared at each other for a while. Unsure. When they were younger it was so easy. All they had to do was simply be in each other’s presence to feel the love that had once been there. Over the years, the once roaring flame had been extinguished to a mere flicker. But they weren’t teenagers anymore. They were now both war-torn adults with their own responsibilities and lives. They were more apart than ever.
“So that’s how it will be?” Fredrick sighed, defeated, “We’ll never be?”
“I don’t know.” Arden replied, again refusing to look him in the eye. Fredrick nodded solemnly and started walking away to his brother’s home.
“Perhaps…” Arden suddenly said, “there could be a chance?” Her tone was hopeful, but due to their duties, it was never set in stone. Fredrick turned back to her one last time, he made sure they were making eye contact. “I can’t rely on a ‘perhaps’ Arden. I already have once.” He narrowed his eyes at her, “And look where that led me.”
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"And so I bid farewell to every regular in the bar, before I would pack my things the next morning. Her gaze was upon me the entire time, waiting for what I would say. I reached out my right hand, she took it in hers... we formally shook hands, and I said goodbye without another word, leaving that damned place soon after."
I'm actually writing a story with the vague idea of "Enemies to strangers to lovers" in mind.
They're going to see each other for the first time after decades, and while the one still remembers everything, and has been stuck in an alternate realm, just watching his rival move on and live a normal life-- the other doesn't remember a thing.
And it's going to hurt.
The one's going to be so desperate to get back to where they were, to apologize for everything he did-- And the other is just going to stare at him. *And ask if he's his twin brother.*
The way I look at it, 2 people never truly stop meeting each other. Eventually, they do end up in each others vicinity again whether they know it or not. For me at least, that would be reassuring and comforting enough.
Context: Velma is a ghost and Author is the only one who can somehow see her despite not being close to death.
"... How am I supposed to pretend I can't see you? That I'm the only person who can?"
Author felt... Angry, hurt, pissed, even.. Betrayed at Velma's proposition for them to no longer hangout, why? What was this all about
"The same way I need to pretend to not want to be around you, Jackass, same way it was before you found me. I don't want you to die too, to end up like me while you still.. Have your time."
Author looked at Velma, he felt... Every emotion, he knew all the mysteries were coming to a close, the secrets just inches away from being unlocked, if.. They could just answer them all. That *they* were coming to a close.
"... I'm gonna have to pretend I don't love you too, then, right?"
Velma layed on the snowy ground next to him, Author couldn't tell which was colder, the snow, her hand that was warping around his in such a way that he couldn't tell if it was love, a reminder, or just instict at this point but.. It didn't warm him up like it used to, he didn't even know if he blushed or if he was too emotionally drained too as they sat in the snow.
"Supernatural shit, it's kinda...-"
"Fucked?"
He coldly interrupted her as they sat together, this wasn't.. Friendship anymore, nor romance, it wasn't hatred, they were far too close for that, no, it was.. A feeling to remember yet they both knew they had to forget.
"Fucked."
She nodded, as she looked to him, she wanted to kiss his warm lips one more time, she was always so cold and yearning for heat, the heat he provided but.. Maybe she looked for too long, maybe all she could do is look and not a make.
".. Too dangerous, blah blah, go to your next occult lecture and listen to that."
Author nodded.
"It'd be easier to - instead of listening to you blabber on about it.."
Velma knew she'd miss him, one person, one fucking person who could see her, that treated her like anybody else, who fucking *loved* her, and yet - how good is that if she can't keep him safe and secure? How good is that if he looks fucking insane everytime they talk in public? That she could only give him cold while she hogged his warmth?
What good would she do him being dead? Being known as the town lunatic?
Author got up as Velma thought, snow dripping from his dirty blonde hair, he broke the silence.
"... I don't think I'm going to the diner anymore, I'm tired of looking like a lunatic while talking to you."
He spoke, it was.. Icy, yet, he kept up the humor they normally kept, the humor that most people would mistake for two pretentious assholes who hated each other when in reality, it was the opposite... Well, the opposite minus the pretentious part, when they met, they knew they'd never meet another, they meet their one, the person they didn't have to exaggerate a tone with, someone they didn't have to pretend with, somebody who understood, even if one of them died two or so years earlier.
"Do me a favor, actually focus your energy on normal stuff.. And somewhat on studying but... Not too much you end up like.."
Velma got up, slightly gesturing to herself, a rather... Grimm joke considering how she died, a caffeine overdose while studying, but Author grinned regardless and opened up arms weakly for... One, one last bit of affection, Velma smirked, her broke circular glasses shining due to the reflection of the snow, wrapping her arms around him, he was.. The perfect temperature, all Velma could do was hug him and softly kiss his cheek, Author shivering due to how lovingly cold she was, a feeling he'd miss, before he let go with a sad smile.
"... I hope I never see you again."
"I hope the same."
Velma coldly chuckled before disappearing into the air, Author walking away.
The unsproken rules of our society once again aply to us as he walks out of the door, he is choking on a good bye we both know is better left unsaid. A couple years ago, I would have asked him to come back inside so we could talk about it, or at least sit in silence so neither of us had to suffer alone. But I have to let him go, there is nothing for him to come back to, no reason for me to reach out to someone who I don’t recognize anymore.
The thrill of first love had faded a while ago for me, and while I was not his first, at some point I had hoped to be his last. Now I know I won't be, so at least I can hope he will find an amazing guy that makes him forget all about me. About us.
Lived it, why would i want to read about or write it. Its one of the few things i wont put my characters through.
With the lights on in a room, you can see every detail, but at night when you turn off the lights it is just dark shapes and the memory of the rooms layout. They are a room and the light is off.
anyway i need to fucking write a lovers to strangers fic now
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"You are my favourite stranger."
you don't understand how much i love that fucking line oooh my god i love it so much. whoever wrote that, you are a GENIUS.
Alexa play I Forgot That You Existed by Taylor Swift
The stranger smiled at me, and I smiled back. There was something about him that feels familiar, but I couldn’t name it. It felt like a fleeting memory, something from a dream. We might have met once, maybe he was important, but at that moment my mind was blank. And he was just another stranger
Don't mind me, I'm just gonna be sitting over here... _Weeping._ :'3.
I could see her, laughing and holding hands with another girl. She looked happier, far happier than when she had been with me. The feeling in my chest was more sweet than bitter. They looked great together. I finish my drink and slip out the door